Soviet princess (my lover , of priveliege and mighty) held to her communist dog. Hegel's hanky and a midriff plump. working by the slave of dialectic and running instituons she knew her true was true. And not necessarily scrolled blue to the loo of the rock and winding pedal ringing toes to the arrival of her purr meek sun. Soviet process held fast to the work of chain and the Circes of history the open plane heart .
Gussy up baby we're in the navy.